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I’ve been sleeping in the same bed as her. I’ve been taking care of her. She’s mine. She feels like she belongs to me. I don’t want to share her with any other fucking guy. And I don’t want to be with any other fucking girl.
“You don’t need to replace me. You can have me, sweetheart.”
Ryke Meadows has invigorated my body and soul. He is more than just my pillow. My wolf. My bodyguard. He’s my everything.
“Every theory you’ve ever fucking had about men, I’m going to prove wrong,”
“Calloway, I’d fuck you in every corner of every hallway and then do it over again for good measure.”
“I’ve ignored a lot of bad shit in my life, but I don’t want to ignore this one good thing anymore. It’s too painful.”
“I kissed you tonight because I want your lips to only touch mine. From now until forever. That’s the fucking truth.”
“I don’t want to ruin anyone’s life by being in it. That was never my intention.”
How can you possibly think you’re a pain in their life? What you’ve done for them, it’s nothing short of heroic, and if you can’t see that, then you’re blind, my friend.”
She’s the sun. I’m the dark. If she’s gone, I can kiss that fucking light away. Without her, I know I’ll never see it again.
“What’s worth the risk then?” “What we fucking have,” he says. “I love you beyond physical attraction.” He cups my smooth cheek, looking deep into my eyes. “I love you, Dais, because you’re the wildest fucking girl with the biggest fucking heart. And without you in my life”—he shakes his head like it’s an inconceivable picture—“I’d be the unhappiest fucking guy.”
“I fucking love you, sweetheart.”
Live in the moment with Ryke Meadows. If I ever die, I want that across my headstone.
Freedom doesn’t come with age. It doesn’t magically appear when you’re a legal adult. It comes when you stand up for what you believe in. Right
“Because when you find something you love, you can’t quit. Every failure pushes you harder. It’s in your soul and in your fucking heart.”
My core screams for her, as though she’s mine and only mine, and I’ve finally returned home.
“I just wish you could love me more than you hate him,”
are. “I fell in fucking love with her. It hurt to be away from Daisy. It hurt to watch her with other guys. Everything fucking hurt, and I didn’t want to live with that pain anymore. I fucking couldn’t.”
“You’re a hothouse flower,” I tell her. “You can’t grow under natural conditions. You need adventure. And security and love in order to stay alive.”
“No restraints. One-hundred-and-fifty miles per hour. You and me, sweetheart.”
